Ghost Town - Page 1

Isn't any body awake around here, LOL!!!! 

A big giant NAP! LOL

I think it's more like nobody's home.

And they left the back door open, flapping in the wind! LOL

      

Even with the bang, bang, bang of the back door, the old family dog never stirred from under the dugout he had made happen, having discovered the obscured entrance made possible by broken, neglected lattice-work from long ago. Another repair on the Honey-Do-List, made invisible with the dust smotes of time. Bang, bang, bang, the wind wanders here, and there, the past of the universe, dying to ....





..... (who wants to continue this spooky story?... Let's go writers.... !)

....blow unceasingly across the prairie.  Such a lonely, haunting sound the wind makes.  On a hot summer day, a light breeze is so refreshing, but on a cold, dark night the wind howling outside can chill the bones and unsettle the mind.  These were the thoughts that Rachel could not get out of her head as she listened to the wind on that cold October night.  She shivered from head to toe and thought she heard the faintest creaking noise.....

... like someone had just stepped on the third step from the bottom of the old staircase in the front hall. That familiar sound was unmistakable. Maybe she wasn't alone. Rachel instantly brushed that thought aside. Of course she was alone. That's been the problem for too long. One day she'd had a husband, a son, and a daughter. And then came that day that changed everything. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, willing herself to think of nothingness. The peace of nothingness, a floating effortless mind, a comforter made of accepting the void.

Rachel's eyes flipped open in surprise when the creaking, stair step noise happened, again. 

"Who's there?" she asked in a puzzled tone. She waited. Nothing. Her heart was making pounding noises in her head and she forgot to breathe. She called out, hoping it was no one. Hoping it was someone. "Hello! I'm in the back, in the kitchen!" She made herself be still and listened....

...silence.   "I must be hearing things,"  she thought.  She took a deep breath and found herself remembering of a much happier time when she was not alone.  Memories of baking pumpkin shaped cookies with her son Adam and her daughter Emma in this very kitchen.  Memories of her husband Dan standing in the doorway, watching the three of them, making the cookies.  Her heart ached as she thought about how much she missed them!  All of a sudden, the creaking noise caused her to come back to reality.  What was that?  She realized she really did hear something this time.  

Rachel stood up, everso slowly, then moved with small, quiet steps toward the broom closet. She grabbed the doorknob delicately, and with the slightest twisting of her fingers, eased the latch free. She pulled on the doorknob until it was open just a crack, enough for her to reach her arm inside, and without taking her eyes off the hallway, she grabbed the aluminum bat she knew was leaning right up against the inside wall.

Feeling braver now, with a calming reassurance in her measure of protection, she headed ....